The ESPN FC guys reveal their players to watch for in this weekend's Premier League encounter between Man City and Chelsea.

In the glow of the current feel-good revival at Stamford Bridge, it may be hard to remember but there was a time when Chelsea was an odious juggernaut of winning everything in sight but the Champions League, filled with smug John Terry-worshipping, bandwagon-jumping fans and ... him. I speak of the insufferable bantam rooster who made it all about himself: Jose "There is God and after God, me" Mourinho.

Oh, how I loathed those Blues. To be perfectly honest, there were even times during the Special...

The Premier League weekend in which we find out that some teams do better the further their manager is away from the pitch.

You can never be too young to feel Arsenal's pain. Or hate Spurs. Take Danny Svensson, who pledged his eternal loyalty to the Gunners after attending the 2012 European Championships with his family and deciding that there was no more exciting player in the world than former Arsenal striker Lukas Podolski.

Nothing against "Poldi," who could hit a ball harder than just about anyone (and sometimes even on target) when he wasn't too busy adding to his impressive selfie collection. On the other hand,...

Like any proud parent, Thierry Henry can't possibly choose a favorite from among the 228 goals he scored while playing for Arsenal. But I can. So two years ago, when I had the opportunity to interview the greatest player in Arsenal history, I asked him a question so leading that you can find it on Google Maps.

"Do you have a favorite goal against your fiercest rivals like, say, the one that's been immortalized with a bronze statue outside the Emirates?"

Normally, the Premier League narrative is fairly clear-cut by the quarter mark of the season. One dominant team -- or in last year's glorious aberration, a Disney tale for the ages -- emerges and you can basically draw a straight line to the open-top-bus parade unless that one side is Arsenal. This campaign it was supposed to be Manchester City, especially after the Sky Blues swept all before them through the first 10 games, including five in the league.

For the first time in my life, I am officially a West Coast soccer fan. That's right: I have left the comfort of my bar stool at New York's Football Factory and moved to Los Angeles to live out my dream of being a mustache model.

Sure, the weather's great and you can get a quinoa pizza to go once you've removed all your taste buds, but you also have to wake up three hours earlier just to watch football. On the other hand, my new local pub, Ye Olde King's Head, is conveniently located only a corner...